If you’ve seen the new Camaro, it’s an awesomely balls-on fuckin’ sled. The generation before this newest one, the 2008 series was also a pretty meat-eating set o’ wheels. Camaro, if you didn’t know this, is made by General Motors, under the Chevy nameplate.

Now, back in ’08, I saw one and struck up a conversation with the gearhead who owned it. It’s always fun talking iron with another car-junkie, even when said car-junkie is of the Republican species, and even when the iron is really plastic.

So, the guy was telling me how he had to pre-order it, and how he was hoping to get it, “before GM became Obama Motors, and we’re all forced to drive Priuses.”

(Swear to God. Actual quote).

Now Ford is re-releasing the Bronco, and everybody’s all “Thank you, Trump! Thank you for saving this awesome American company! Should we blow you now, or would you like to eat, first?”

OK. So Obama really DOES save an American company, and everybody hates Obama for turning us all Gay, but everybody loves Trump for “the Ford Deal.”

Meanwhile, Kellyanne is blathering all over Fox News about how Meryl Streep doesn’t care about a White kid who was tortured by Black men.

Because I NEED to say this – I am sure Meryl Streep DOES care. But Kellyanne is engaging in a logical fallacy. Just because Streep decried Trump’s childish and hateful behavior, and just because – coincidently – a White kid was beaten up by Black men, does not an argument make.

Dead-eyes Conway. A better master of Reductio ad Absurdum than is even her Somnambulist, Baron Von Trump.

We’re in a golden age of American Muscle for sure, but Obama never got around to taking away our V8s and our guns because he was too busy turning us all communist by saving capitalism. I still see stickers on truck bumpers with Obama and a hammer and sickle but the real commies must have abandoned him because we made a big profit out of that Marxist takeover of GM. Perhaps they’ll try again with Comrade Trumpski.

*00 HP mustangs, 700 HP Corvettes and Mopars. Almost enough to make me forget about the Trumpocalypse.

I love a Mustang! As a matter of fact that’s my next car. My first Mustang was a 1969 Mach I, red and black, 351HP, leather interior, LOVED THAT CAR. Swore when I wrecked it I would someday get another, and I’m going to…soon. If anything can make me forget about the Trump Monster it will be a Ford Shelby Mustang GT350.

KellyAnne reminds me of a girl i met in a bar in Fort Walton Beach, Florida one evening. She was a pretty little thing to be sure but the most intelligent thing she said that night on the beach was, “I love how the sky is so big”. as if it were her first time she had noticed the night sky while lying on her back nude on the beach. If I had to guess, she probably turned into a Trump voter.

AH…what a coincidence Bill. I had a similar experience, albeit a number of years ago, and it was in Destin, Florida. While we certainly consummated the evening we did not do the same for the relationship. We do, however, communicate through Social Media and she voted for our orange friend, convinced he will give her family a better life. Kellyanne is not like my friend, or yours. She is not a believer, but a mouthpiece, a well-paid one I suspect, and for her the only redemption comes when her blustery boss fires her, dies, or is impeached.